risa story

in my arms.. hug us tightly.. and our hearts beat in silence.. for things need to be understood by us..or leave behind with our steps. “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing  and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”  ―  Rumi

why life eagerly tells me different stories.. each of them shows me the secrets, the pains, the love, the stories.. each of them let me inhale and exhale different air of consciousness the dreams and the questions.. the clear thoughts from the sky and the earth at the same time.. I am sitting with a cup of coffee..and my eyes travel with clouds and wind. the smell of people around me.. the heart beats listening patiently.. the old songs that anchor me into memories and my stories. how could I am so rich with these experiences.. and at the same time so naive. I am in love with you..